[Verse 1: Bliss]
Direct from the Secret Garden, next to my hovering castle
I break it down fresh like the crunch of an apple
Shit, so just plug in my channel
It's that nutty motherfucker with a bundle of cashews
In his head, I just sled, as the jungle unravels
With my satchel, my lasso, I jumped on my camel
Set forth with my pallet and my colouring pastels
Jonathan Swift-ly writing his Gulliver's Travels
At the Bliss brewery, guzzle a bubbling glass full
Went under my chateau, where I hung up my shadow
From the mantle, free from the government shackles
I can handle anything the governor tackles
They have grappled deep with these troublesome vandals
You can catch me in my hoodie when I come to the battle
In my crooked canoe, pick the puddle to paddle
Still a wonderful chap, who tipped the slumbering cattle

[Chorus: Bliss & Eso]
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
If you ain't fucking with us then you ain't going my way
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
With caps and kicks, pack the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
And I can't see you if you coming at me sideways
Bitch
[Scratches: DJ Izm]
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Welcome to something you've never seen before."

[Verse 2: Eso]
It's the rainy days vs the endless summer
The place she made, God bless my mother
It's the laws they make, the laws I break
The highs, the lows, the windy roads
The knowledge in rhyme, versus the bullets in your pistols
The dollars they dive for, the pusher with a Pit Bull
The too cool for school, but never under pressure
The rebel with a cause, who's ready for whatever
So catch me in my hoodie, flipping off the pigs
Don't come around here, there's no shitting where I live
My whole platoon reps one love daily
Mad like Stewie yelling, "Fuck you, pay me" (Got my money?)
On the double 'cause I'm trouble if you don't
Motherfucker there's no muzzle on my nose
I'ma bite back, you like that (Hell yeah, kick it Macka)
I don't need a bike rack, I ride that shitty tractor

[Chorus: Bliss & Eso]
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
If you ain't fucking with us then you ain't going my way
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
With caps and kicks, pack the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
And I can't see you if you coming at me sideways
Bitch
[Verse 3: Phrase]
Cats love it 'cause the flow look hot
Like the body of a coupé with a cream drop top
Let's go, readjust, kids strap your belts
Let's take a little ride to the wishing well
That well which inside my wish had fell
Where this wretched witch then cast a spell
And she must've used herbs like twice as strong
'Cause it made me want to smoke like Cheech and Chong
Right or wrong, I was hooked, I had found my calling
I couldn't get enough of this downwards falling
It's not to say the sound on earth is boring
But I knew the underground was worth exploring
So I packed my bags and I grabbed my swag
And I haven't been back since then, since then
You can catch me in my hoodie on a Friday
Getting pissy with the lads on the highway
Blazing one to Frank Sinatra, did it my way
I can't believe we're getting paid for getting sideways

[Pre-Verse: Hyjak]
Kiddies, please block your ears
This next guy gets a bit noisy

[Verse 4: Hyjak]
Where my dingoes at, we out to trample the track
Hyjak: The straw that broke the camel's back
Got my whole career in shambles but I'm handling that
Watch you leave in an ambulance and we sampling that
{Ambulance Siren} That's the sound of the city
We chop ounces of sticky, ride round like Mr. Whippy
Catch me in my hoodie getting blazed again
Run out of weed, I smoke the sleeve of some made of hemp
I gotta pay the rent, you mafuckers should know
Don't make me beat you down with a phone like Russell Crowe
I flip a couple of shows, hustle a bundle of smoke
Watch the bills crumble and chuckle like, "Oh
Shit, I'm rich" Feels so important
Till I wake the next day, it's gone by the morning
Raw like Michael Moore, got the government strung out
I kicked a rhyme about Howard, he got kicked the fuck out
[Chorus: Bliss & Eso]
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
If you ain't fucking with us then you ain't going my way
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
With caps and kicks, pack the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
And I can't see you if you coming at me sideways
Bitch